Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 In vain, O man of lawless might, thou boast'st thyself in ill; Since God, the God in Whom I trust, vouchsafes his favor still. 2 Thy wicked tongue doth sland'rous tales maliciously devise; And, sharper than a razor set, it wounds with treach'rous lies. 3,4 Thy thoughts are more on ill than good, on lies than truth employed; Thy tongue delights in words, by which the guiltless axe destroyed. 5 God shall for ever blast thy hopes, and snatch thee soon away; Nor in thy dwelling-place permit, nor in the world to stay. 6 The just, with pious fear, shall see the downfall of thy pride; And at thy sudden ruin laugh, and thus thy fall deride: 7 "See there the man that haughty was, who proudly God defied, "Who trusted in his wealth, and still on wicked arts relied." 8 But I am like those olive plants that shade God's temple round; And hope with his indulgent grace to be for ever crowned. 9 So shall my soul with praise, O God, extol thy wondrous love; And on thy Name with patience wait; for this thy saints approve.